Iíve been on the road to self-destruction
Iíve been on the road to hell and back
Iíve got blood on my fingers
And mud on my boots
Iím a homemade bomb running out on the loose
Iíve got motive and an alibi
Iím on to the killer, watch him run and hide
Iíve got big expectations
And a weird situation
Iím part of the problem on the wave outside
Games we will play
Youíd be wise to stay away
Games we will play
Thatís right
Iíve been on the road to self-destruction
Iíve been on the road to hell and back
Iíve got blood on my fingers
And mud on my boots
Iím a homemade bomb running out on the loose
Games we will play
Youíd be wise to stay away
Give me the third degree
And then they ask me for the killer that went for free
But they still sent me to the penitentiary
And now Iím waiting for the man to come for me
Never took it big on the chin in my day
But my body stays hard with the wind in my face
Homey donít play where the big boys play anymore, anymore
They keep settling the score
Fee fi fo fum, thy kingdom come thy will be done
Hip-hop doo rap, wrap me up in plastic wrap
Steep slope overdose, why you wanna verbose
When no one really gives a damn about it anyway